How annoyed I am with Society for wasting my time by making homosexuality criminal. The subterfuges, the self-consciousness that might have been avoided.
It’s a risk, so’s everything else, and we’ll only live once.
To be strong, to keep calm and to trust – they were still the one hope.
Anne looked disapproval, but she felt she had entrusted her hundred pounds to the right sort of stock broker.
Remember nothing of the sort! Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workmen weren’t paid properly. And as for the frescoes, I see no truth in them. Look at that fat man in blue! He must weigh as much as I do, and he is shooting into the sky like an air- balloon.
The unbeliever has always such a very clear idea as to what Belief ought to be, I wish I had half his certainty.
By these days it was a demerit to be muscular. Each infant was examined at birth, and all who promised undue strength were destroyed. Humanitarians may protest, but it would have been no true kindness to let an athlete live; he would never have been happy in that state of life to which the Machine had called him; he would have yearned for trees to climb, rivers to bathe in, meadows and hills against which he might measure his body. Man must be adapted to his surroundings, must he not?
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven. That is not imagination. No, it kills it.
The Machine hums! Did you know that? Its hum penetrates our blood, and may even guide our thoughts. Who knows! I was getting beyond its power.
And don’t, let me beg you, go with that awful tourist idea that Italy’s only a museum of antiquities and art. Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.
And I do believe that Italy really purifies and ennobles all who visit her. She is the school as well as the playground of the world.
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome “nerves” or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. She.
We merely want a small house with large rooms, and plenty of them.
The imponderable bloom, declared by a discredited philosophy to be the actual essence of intercourse, was rightly ignored by the Machine, just as the imponderable bloom of the grape was ignored by the manufacturers of artificial fruit. Something “good enough” had long since been accepted by our race.
Were they normal? What a question to ask! And it is always those who know nothing about human nature, who are bored by psychology and shocked by physiology, who ask it.
If you leave the line, you leave a gap in the line.
Now it is all dark. Now Beauty and Passion seem never to have existed. I know. But remember the mountains over Florence and the view...
People were all around them, but with eyes that had gone intensely blue he whispered “I love you.
Why? Why were most big things unladylike?
I shall want to live, I tell you.